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오랜만이야 [It's been a while]
I haven't published anything BTS-related lately, and this may or may not be your cup of tea, but since it has been a year since I published my work I pasted below, I thought it would be nice to share it to this community as well. And for the fun of it, I might pull an excerpt as a plot for a BTS fic. Hehe.
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I. CATHARSIS
If I could go back to a certain memory that we shared, it would be the quiet afternoon in your room. You had your eyes closed, and I was staring at you. Softly, I trailed my index finger on your nose and whispered, “I’m so in love with you,” and then you opened your eyes.
It wasn’t that I was trying to mimic a scene from a movie or emulate a page from a book, or perhaps I was, but also, in that very moment, it was when I meant it the most. I loved you the most, then.
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Rainy days remind me of you.
Before you, rainy days remind me of my black boots and purposely jumping on puddles—I liked that my feet are safe from getting wet and cold. Rainy days make me relive the memory of rushing home, trying to outrun the rain, only to arrive with cold beaded sweats on my back.
I used to love rainy days during dry season. My mornings would start with blue skies and, come afternoon, they turn to grey clouds.
But now, I’m reminded of you. Altering my carefree memories in the rain with uncomfortable damp sneakers trudging on carpeted cinema floors. My joyful runs in the rain are now shared hesitant steps with you on slippery sidewalks.
It was rainy when I took you to this tiny coffee house I liked. You had too much coffee and I had too little words. To me, it was comfortable, warm, and we were sheltered from the storm.
Though I thought you put too much sugar in your coffee, I went home thinking that having you around wouldn’t be so bad. But while I had no doubt in my mind, you admitted yours were distraught. You didn’t like the silence, so you spent minutes thinking of something to say.
For some reason, it always rained when we shared good days. But it was the sunniest on the bad days.
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I just wanted you to know that I loved you then and meant it. But I know now that I was in love with the idea of the relationship with you.
Yet I still don’t know why I spent days and nights crying over you. And that it was you who I missed and resented for leaving.
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There’s a running slideshow of you in my mind. They’re strings of muted clips and images of who I thought you were — the person I met and saw throughout the relationship. Most days, the memories are blurred, even unrecognizable, that it slips past my consciousness. On rare days, it consumes me. It turns to a montage of a lost loved; a friend. The pieces run on fast-paced slides, but each frame remains as vivid and clear as the day it happened as if I were in that moment all over again.
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Some days I really really miss you, but I remember how it felt being with you. I remember the desperation of wanting you to do things, the agony of waiting for words to come out of your insanely fucking thin lips.
I remember my patience running thin as I tell myself to wait a little bit more. To hold on to this love because it’s real. It may be real. Isn’t he real? So, I hold it out and allow myself to make room for you.
But you never even took me in.
Earnestly, fuck you.
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I’m unearthing every single thing you told me. Lie or not. I don’t want to keep them anymore.
II. AFTER THE STORM
When confronted by the things, even the little things, that used to mean something to you, it’s like being dragged back to feel the pain of losing it again. That’s not even fair, isn’t it? Shouldn’t we be reminded of how good it felt to be in that moment instead of feeling the weight of losing it?
Why can’t we remember the great times and feel all the butterflies again? Why am I tormented by the heartache and bittersweet tears? Why does it feel this way? How can something that was once so great turn into the worst moment of my life that causes me discomfort?
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Grasping at every ounce of genuine happiness I was allowed to feel; convincing myself that whatever weight that drags my heart has nothing to do with you. This is not a heartache. I have cried all there was. This longing has nothing to do with your hands no longer mine to reach. I am now fine, healed, and have moved on.
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Hoping this surge of happiness will last and stay even on days I might remember a memory of you.
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The only lingering fear I have is to no longer having the ability to feel the way I felt about you to anyone. And that scares me. So, I force myself to feel anything just to know.
I need to prove that I can learn how to adore the little things about someone again. And to re-learn is to want to make memories happen, allow myself to feel, and regain what I had lost. So, that is what I do now.
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This is the girl I lost.
The girl who constantly wondered about everything — curious of everything and everyone around her, smiled at the tiniest gestures of love and kindness. The girl who always had overflowing affection from her heart — free to give to anyone. The girl who found love in everything she did and found contentment and expressed her gratitude in even the most mundane things.
I lost her when I tried so hard to fill the empty parts of you that were once taken, never requited; forgetting that I am capable of running out too.
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When we’ve been hurt, we feel like we’ve been wronged. We start to spite those who hurt us, but more often than not, we forget that maybe, they are in pain too.
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This. I want to keep this. For so many nights, I have prayed to the gods for a lighter heart before I sleep. I have been desperately grasping at false happiness and temporary pleasures to forget how pained I am.
For many days and nights now, my heart feels light, even at the reminder of you.
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It’s somewhat strange to know all these little facts about you and your family, and yet, when I see you, I assume I’ll be greeting you no more than an acquaintance — a shallow familiarity shared.
I got an Insta!!
If you like what I post here you should go check it out cause I post the same kind of stuff there that I post here!! Following me really helps me put art out and I would really appreciate it!
My Insta
Thanks!
He made me start uploading again, he’s THAT powerful. This is slowly becoming a Jack Black Bowser stan account and I don’t know how to feel about it
Get in it while the getting is good! If you kick it up 5,000 more dollars we get Deep State and all sorts of conspiracy nonsense and it’ll be BEAUTIFUL.
Do it for the Group. For your fellow Agents. For this terrible green unborn egg of monsters we call a world.
The mission is never over.
UGHHHHH
its been at least 2 days that i have not used tumblr i think- bro i missed tumblrrrrr *smooch smooch the app* fuck yes im weird lol also didnt know there was another word for homophobic which is like queerphobic i was looking something up since both of my friends are aromantic and are in a queerplatonic relationship- i went to go look up what that was like the definition and what counts as a queerplatonic relationship but while searching that my pc also said "define queerphobia" i was curious cause i never heard the 2nd word of homophobic but yea queerphobia is just homophobic anyways off that conversation what else happened in the last few days when i was not on here uhhhhh....making advertisements yea- so i need like mods and other stuff for twitch and discord but knowing that most of these positions according too google "you do not need to pay them because it is not required" GOOD!! CAUSE I DONT KNOW HOW WIRING CASH THROUGH PAYPAL WORKS!! ahahaha...wish they taught us how paypal worked in economics class :,> anyways i went to like a shit ton of self promo discord servers to get like some fresh discord profiles (faces) into my dms- if they want the position- the only downside too i guess some of these people to get these positions is they have to be 16+ because a majority of my audience are 16 and over i only have like 2 people that are under that line anyways yea im struggling to get me some staff :,> i mean hit me up if you want a position in this shit lol it'd help a lot <3
I’m just agreeing
Adding my two sense in the anon argument Marvel did get the rights back from fox for X Men and Fantastic four so Nakia finna be irrelevant soon enough watch out for storm😂
I love Nakia but STORM IS THAT BITCH😍👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽
If they don’t give me Storm with FULL melanin ohhhh I’m rioting!